Thirty-Sixth Chapter
As her eyelashes lightly pricked him, Li Chenjing narrowed his eyes slightly, and a small, instinctive groan escaped his chest. "Ouch. Little Eight, you pricked me."
His slightly parted lips exhaled a warm breath. The night was deep, and the glow of the lanterns along the street fell entirely on his thin, pink lips. His approach was swift, and by the time she reacted, his burning gaze had already stung her eyes. Almost instinctively, she waved her hand and broke free from his embrace, hastily turning her gaze away.
"I'm so sorry, Young Master..."
"..." Looking at his hand that had been freed, Li Chenjing remained silent for a long time, expressionless. His hand, hidden in his Wide Sleeves, slowly rose, extended a finger, lifted her chin, and forced her to look at him. "Where do you want to look now, Little Eight?"
"..."
"I won't allow it." He pressed his thumb against her trembling, dry lips, kneading them with intent. "You're not allowed to look at other men with a serious expression, not even the emperor."
"Come here." The domineering, almost childish words echoed in her ears like a spell. "The troublesome guy is gone. Now, give me the reward you promised."
The Young Master hadn't forgotten that incident after all. "... Just now, didn't we just... just touch each other?"
She mustered her courage to haggle, clutching her Confucian Robe, her whole body covered in a thin layer of sweat from nervousness.
"I'm not satisfied yet," he said in a low voice.
"Satisfied...?" To satisfy the Young Master, how long would it take her to feed him? "Young Master, we are all men, doing this kind of thing in the street is really too much... mmm--"
He pulled her back into his arms, pinning her hands behind her back, and kissed her lips tightly, a wet and sticky kiss that seemed to devour her lips as if swallowing them, sucking and teasing, as if trying to drain all the air from her lungs.
The Young Master's loose black hair was blown by the night breeze, and a few strands slipped into her lips, binding her tongue and letting her taste the ink-scented scent of his body. A strand of silvery saliva dripped from the corner of her lips into the collar of her Young Master's Confucian Robe. She swallowed and groaned, but knowing she was in the wrong, she did not resist. The Young Master's breath spread from the tip of her tongue, and she breathed heavily, barely managing to find a sliver of air between her lips and teeth.
His tongue still lingered between her lips and teeth, his voice, hoarse with passion, grinding against her skin like grit, tingling and itching, "Can't men do this kind of thing?"
"..." It's already done, so what's the point of saying yes or no now...?
"Then wouldn't I be doing even more outrageous things to Little Eight every night?"
"Something even more outrageous?" she asked, puzzled... She slept soundly and comfortably in her own bed every day.
Looking at her innocent, dazed expression, he suddenly smiled and said, "Thinking about how Little Eight is by my side every night, pleasing me, satisfying me, and letting me have whatever I want."
"...Young Master, you..."
Will you hate it?
"..." She was awakened by the Young Master while she was sleeping...
Author's Note:
QAQ A day without internet, I thought I was definitely going to die tonight! Luckily, I made it back online~ Hehe~
There's been a lot of heavy rain in various places these past few days, so please be careful when you're out and about!
Chapter 37, Chapter Thirty-Six
"..." Don't ask her that kind of question with an innocent look on your face.
"There's no way around it, I can't sleep if I don't think about it this way." He ruffled his hair as if somewhat annoyed, as if he had tried a thousand ways to fall asleep, but... without her, he just couldn't.
She can even act cute like this, Young Master... what is she supposed to do with him?
Where's Little Eight?
"Huh? What?"
"Little Eight is a man too, he can't possibly be inexperienced, right?"
"..." In an instant, she understood, her face burning hot. "Young Master, let's end this topic amicably..." She kissed him, turned around and left, but oh well, she couldn't get her hands and feet in the right place no matter what she did.
"Who is it?" A gloomy voice trailed off, unwilling to let her off easily with an excuse. "Could it be..." He turned and headed towards the palace.
"Young Master, where are you going?!" Seeing him approaching that area that was off-limits at night, Zhu Bafu had no choice but to turn around and grab him.
Narrowing his eyes, he chopped his hand into a knife-like motion, "King regicide."
"No, it's not His Your Majesty, it's not him! Please, I just met him! How could I possibly do such... such treasonous things to His Your Majesty!"
"Then do it to me."
"..." Young Master... how many more heartbeats does he want her to lose before he stops?
"I want Little Eight to do something so outrageous to me." He looked at her earnestly.
That expression robbed her of the courage to refuse outright. Biting her lip in inner turmoil, she blurted out the most shameless thing she'd ever said, "I... I'll think about it..."
"Okay. I'll wait for you, Little Eight."
"..." T___T This isn't something to look forward to, okay? Young Master!
"Then tonight, I'll use Little Eight's lips to help me fall asleep."
"..." Some outrageous things are best left unsaid; there's no need to tell the person directly involved, right?!
A magnificent palace, isolated from the sun, with Palace Lantern swaying and a long bridge lying across the water.
Amidst the winding corridors and the deep, misty springs, a figure leans against a pillar. He wears only a thin Undergarment, his hands resting on the pillar as he gazes at the starry sky. At his feet, a large-bellied Persian Cat sleeps soundly. The slanting smoke and mist obscure his expression.